Tsukasa Aoki looked at Coach Oda with a smirk on his face in front of him, and moved his legs and feet with a smile.

Coach Oda looked at Tsukasa Aoki with a wicked smile on his face, and his hand holding the pads trembled slightly: Why is this guy so excited today? Haven't you always hated being famous? Why is the camera happy again when it is turned on?

It's true that Aoki doesn't like to be famous, that's true, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about what others think of him! Rather than playing so-so, it is so unpleasant that people think he is a silver-like wax gun head at a glance.

Besides, even if Aoki Tsukasa is mentally mature, as long as he is still a person, he will have the same vanity as others, at most he will look a little lighter than ordinary people.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't either! Being on the side: This son screamed in horror, don't say it, even if it's Aoki Division, I feel a little dark.

"Hey, Division!" Matsuyama Iwa called out from outside the Octagon, causing Tsukasa Aoki to turn his head.

As soon as Aoki Tsukasa turned his head, he saw a tall and sturdy foreigner standing beside him, wearing a fashionable black trench coat, with gold shining jewelry on his hands and neck, and short blond hair combed into his back.

That's my sparring partner, right? As soon as Tsukasa Aoki and the tall, lanky foreigner looked at each other, they recognized each other's identities. It is no wonder that as long as you insist on exercising, especially those who exercise at this high intensity, their every move is slightly different from that of ordinary people.

The foreigner whispered a few words to Matsuyama Rock, his expression seemed a little disdainful.

Matsuyama Iwa's expression was a little embarrassed, and he whispered back a few words and beckoned to Aoki Division.

Aoki Tsukasa walked out of the octagonal cage with an expressionless face and came to Matsuyama Iwa's side.

"That's your sparring partner, Andy Fink." Songshan Yan glanced at Andy, and said in a flat tone: "You can just call him Andy." ”

"This is my fighter, Tsukasa Aoki." Matsuyama turned his head and introduced Aoki Tsukasa in English.

Andy is almost 1.85 meters tall, and he looks a lot taller than Tsukasa Aoki in leather boots. So he naturally looked at Aoki Si with a downward gaze, and said in English with a little contempt in his eyes: "I know, just repair this little kid well, and you can get the money?" ”

Matsuyama Iwa looked at Aoki Tsukasa with his spare eyes, and saw that he was still expressionless, thinking that he didn't understand much, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and replied a little stiffly in English: "Give my fighter some respect, OK?" Your task is to play one round with him every day for the rest of the week. ”

Andy sneered: "I'm afraid that after only one round, I can fly back to the United States." This guy looks like a martial artist, but he's still too small. ”

He said this pun, on the surface, referring to Aoki Tsukasa's lack of age, and on the other hand, he was faintly mocking Aokiji's physique.

Matsuyama Yan's expression was a little embarrassed: "Andy, I advise you not to go too far." ”

"OK, OK, you're the boss, you have the final say." Andy spread his hands, but apparently didn't take his words to heart - if it weren't for the amount of money Matsuyama Iwa, he wouldn't have flown across the ocean to such a small place and such a small gym as a sparring partner.

Matsuyama Yan took a deep breath, not wanting this guy to mess with Aoki Division's mentality, so he turned his head calmly and said to Aoki Division: "He thinks you are too young, and he is afraid that your attack will be a little heavy, do you have the confidence to overturn him?" ”

Aoki Si sneered twice, and suddenly said in a somewhat stammering English: "Don't worry, I'll tell you how big my fist is, old boxer." ”

Aoki Tsukasa wanted to say it more ruthlessly, but his English level made him unable to think of suitable words for a while, so he could only express his meaning so simply.

“hat？” Andy sneered, his face full of disdain: "Little friend, do you know who I am?" ”

"I know." Tsukasa Aoki's expression was cold: "A retired former boxing champion." ”

Tsukasa Aoki deliberately accentuated the pronunciation on his predecessor.

When Andy heard this, his face completely cooled: "Are you serious?" Children? Provoking an intercontinental champion? ”

"No, no, no, I'm just responding to an old man's jealousy." Tsukasa Aoki pierced his scars mercilessly: "I think that if the former Mr. Intercontinental Champion still wants to beg for food and repay the loan, he must learn to respect his opponents and his employer." ”

What makes an intercontinental champion fly so far to come to this little club of Neon? That's definitely a lack of money!

Aoki knew that in that place in the United States, there were too many sports stars who lived in luxury cars and mansions once they became famous, spendthrift, and poor financial management, and declared bankruptcy soon after retiring.

He felt that the seemingly beautiful former boxing champion in front of him was probably not far from ten.

"Fack!" Andy scolded angrily, his eyes widened and he was about to rush forward with Aoki Tsukasa.

Matsuyama Yan's thick arm snapped in front of him.

Andy shouted at him angrily, "Stone, what do you mean, this kid is insulting me!" ”

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll scrap this kid and go back to the United States, and no one will try to stop me!" Andy stared at Matsuyama Rock with a hideous expression.

Matsuyama Iwa's face was the same indifference as Aoki Tsukasa: "Mr. Andy, you may have misunderstood me. ”

"I invited you because you are the best fighter for me, not because I can only invite you, and not because you are much better than others. I am polite to you, not because you deserve my respect, but because old John deserves my respect. Matsuyama's words pierced Andy's heart and made his face even more hideous.

"And, if it weren't for Mr. John Sr. recommending you to me, you think I would have hired a poor bastard who was on the verge of bankruptcy and whose house was about to be taken away to train my fighters in first class and in a five-star hotel?"

Matsuyama Yan's expression gradually became fierce: "I gave you face, not because of you, Andy, you have to understand your identity." Also, this is neon, this is Chiba, this, it's Yachiyo! The first and last time I say to you, don't me off! ”

Andy wanted to get angry, but something suddenly came to mind in his head, and he suddenly exclaimed: "So you are the ......"

He stopped halfway through his words, and the fist that was about to be clenched out didn't feel loose, and his face was cloudy and uncertain for a long time, before an unwilling expression broke out of his mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm too excited." ”

"Now, go clean up the rags on you, go to the locker room and change into the clothes I prepared for you, and come out and fight with my fighters." After Matsuyama tears through the disguise of respect at the beginning, he becomes unceremonious to Andy.

Andy lowered his head silently, stared at Aoki Tsukasa who was watching the play calmly, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "If the fight starts, I won't keep my hands." ”

"No, it's your ability to beat him within the rules." A cold light flashed in Songshan Yan's eyes: "Is there anything else you want to say?" ”

The facial muscles on the side of Andy's nose twitched slightly, and it could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and turned around suddenly: "Where is the locker room?" Where's my clothes? ”

"Oda, take him to the locker room to change." Matsuyama Iwa shouted at Coach Oda.

Coach Oda was busy and took Andy to the locker room.

Aoki Si crossed his arms, looked at Matsuyama Iwa with amusement and smiled, "Brother Iwa, it was cool enough just now." And what the hell is going on with him? ”

It looks like there's a lot of story.

Songshan Yan sighed, his eyes were not as sharp as they were just now, and he turned back to the appearance of the past, although he had a fierce mouth, his eyes were still very soft, and he raised his head with a somewhat reminiscent expression: "This is a very long story, if you have the chance, I will tell you slowly." ”

“OK。” Aoki Tsukasa twisted his neck, the smile gradually faded, and his expression became serious: "Do you think I want to beat him?" ”

Songshan Yan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "Of course, I can't wait for you to knock him to the ground with a punch and go back to the United States in a gloomy way....... That's saved me a lot of money. If you can beat him up, I'll give you a bonus! 100,000, no, still 200,000 yuan! ”

"I think it's a little hard." Aoki Si pinched his chin and looked at Matsuyama Iwa who began to look like he was not bad for money again, and his expression was a little distressed.

"Lost faith?" Matsuyama looked at him with a smile.

Aoki Tsukasa shook his head: "After all, he is so tall, so strong, and he is still a retired continental champion." Although his character is a little poor, it is indeed a bit difficult to beat him up. ”

"If you want me to punch him to the ground and beat him up......"

Aoki straightened his waist with righteous words: "You have to add money." ”

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